She's the cream of the crop
It was infatuation.
That friend I had to chop.
Text conversations
I needed to tell her.
I was losing patience.
I wrote her a letter.
Intended flirtation.
Lead me to frustration.
But she was motivation.
Kept reminding myself.
I had dedication.
I promised that I would
be right beside her
heartbroken found out
She was  just another *nightrider

I don't have anything to give
Only love I would
And why did you do this to me?
I am so heartbroken


p/s: Aku hampir ranap dengan segala kata-kata nista kau. Cinta yang kita bina selama ini musnah dalam sekelip mata. Tinggal aku keseorangan dengan hati remuk. T.T

I'm laughing in class
but my head is begging
you to save me

so I open my mouth
deep breath out
but I never get around
to saying anything out loud
so once again
I roll my eyes
and comfort my head myself

it's going to okay
pull your shoulders back
roll your neck around
deep breath out

there's no windows in this class
i'm being suffocated
from outside and within

suffocating
deep breath out
calm down

you're fine
you're going to be okay

So this is what it feels like to be powerful
To have brought forth something from nothing
To celebrate other's accomplishments
And to recieve respect tenfold for
All that you've given

So this is what it feels like to reach the end of the journey
To be surrounded by familiar faces one last time
To watch the future stand up and take your place
A candle once lit is blown out

So this is what it feels like to be released from the chains on your tears
To memorize a moment and burn it to your heart

This is what it feels like to be powerful
And you know what?

It feels a lot like love.

How do I love you?

I love you like the moon,
must be in love with the stars,

The light that brings me home,
& comforts my weary heart,
it stimulates my mind,
& gives me a needed start,

Energizes my tired spirit,
while illuminating my soul...
it's a hot & burning ember,
not..
just a lonely coal,
loving you my darling to me,
a noble goal,

It's like how a poet,
simply loves his empty page,
& how an out of control fire,
just loves to rage & rage,

It's like that lovely combination,
of rosemary,
thyme and sage,
it's like a well beaten bird,
freed from,
a long and binding cage,

It's every single memory,
handed down,
throughout the winding age,
imparting the needed knowledge,
from a wise imparting sage,
as I check again,
my trusty weather gauge,

I set a course directly home,
  to your,

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Cherie Nolan © 2016

I'm drinking for evolution, so that my children will have a stronger liver